Chapter 1259: Loyal Dog Submissive Care Rules 23

Nobody saw Jin Chen's move; they only saw the male assassin suddenly shudder, his action slowing a bit, just enough for Yajiu to find an opening, and his long sword pierced straight into the chest.

"Brother!!"

Dumei let out a mournful cry; seeing her brother collapse stiffly, she knew the situation was lost—she alone could not oppose Yajiu!

"Hateful!"

After a few more exchanges, Dumei was pierced through the shoulder blade, and her knee was kicked, forcing her to kneel.

She clenched her teeth and shouted angrily, "Dog Heir Apparent! If you don't die, the Han King must die!"

"You won't get away with this!"

Jin Chen covered his ears with both hands, not taking that non‑threatening remark to heart at all—the guards around his handsome father outnumbered Duoduo.

He barked back, "All you've got is a loud mouth! You're the one who'll die!"

"Xiao Jiu!"

As the words fell, Yajiu pulled his sword from Dumei's body and swiped it toward her neck.

Dumei stared, unwilling, and collapsed straight to the ground.

The courtyard fell silent.

The Zhou Manor guards, having at least undergone training, after a brief shock hurriedly moved the three assassin corpses on the ground.

Everyone breathed a deep sigh of relief—if the Heir Apparent came to harm, they'd all be in trouble today.

Zhou Zhihong's heart pounded with fear, his legs trembling.

Isn't this supposed to be the protagonist's opportunity? Why won't this villain Jin Chen die?

Jin Chen glanced at him, his words pointed, shouting, "Today's business, Heir Apparent, isn't finished with you—if you're sensible, go to the Xu Family tonight, or I'll make you wish you were dead."

Anyway, once he goes to the Xu Family mansion, the submissive protagonist won't let him off.

Zhou Zhihong still wanted to beg for mercy, but was dragged away by the enforcer servant brought by Xu Huaiyu.

Xu Huaiyu flicked his sleeve, turned, and smiled at the dazed onlookers: "Everyone, disperse. Young Master Zhou's conduct is outrageous—I'll return to the manor to properly discipline him."

"Ah… then, farewell."

They exchanged glances, hastily bowed and took their leave, daring not to linger longer.

Jin Chen slumped against Yajiu's shoulder, whispering in his ear, "Do you know those two?"

Yajiu bit the tip of his tongue and nodded.

"Hmph, I'll interrogate you later."

Jin Chen furtively pressed his lower back, "It kills—let's go back to the manor!"

Chen Xiong! Are you abandoning me?

Zhou Zhihong hurriedly interjected, "You haven't told Yu'er yet—has Yu'er stopped being able to see me again?"

He almost forgot about this.

Jin Chen, embarrassed, waved to summon Xu Huaiyu, casually plucked a weed and hid it in his sleeve.

"Your older cousin's waist injury has flared up again—hurry back and let the manor doctor take a look." Xu Huaiyu came over, concerned, and also told Yajiu, "When we return to the manor, give the older cousin two hot water bottles to ease the pain."

Yajiu, as if facing a great enemy, listened and nodded, "Yes."

Jin Chen took out the weed from his sleeve and handed it to Xu Huaiyu, saying, "Hold it."

"Is this… spoils of war?"

Xu Huaiyu didn't understand, but tried to make up for it.

"Stupid, this is the fairy herb I had someone fetch from the otherworldly adept of the jianghu—just chew it up and swallow, and you'll see what others cannot."

Jin Chen dead‑seriously, attached a thread of Spiritual Power to it.

Seeing Jin Chen pull the weed, Yajiu's mouth twitched slightly, then he secretly thought, The master is really adorable.

Xu Huaiyu suddenly understood, and without hesitation shoved the weed into his mouth and swallowed it; his features clenched from the bitterness, but he refused to drink water, fearing it would ruin the effect.

Watching him suffer, Jin Chen grit his teeth silently, hurriedly ushered everyone away, his steps inexplicably tinged with guilt.

"Yu'er, oh no! Stop eating that—Jin Chen is lying… Yu'er?"

Zhou Zhihong panicked and spun around, only to suddenly notice Xu Huaiyu's eyes brimming with Hot Tears, his gaze fixed on him.

Zhou Zhihong blinked, looked back, saw the empty courtyard, and finally confirmed it was real.

"Yu'er… can you see me now?"

Xu Huaiyu heard the familiar note of concern again, his nose wrinkled, and Tears burst forth.

Zhihong Gege…

—

Inside the carriage.

Jin Chen kicked off his boots without hesitation, flopped onto the couch; the faint ache in his lower back eased a bit, and he had time to slowly use Spiritual Power Repair on his old wounds.

He half‑lay, languid, but looked up to see Yajiu kneeling below the couch, head bowed.

Jin Chen coughed lightly, "What are you kneeling for? My waist hurts terribly—do you have to stay like that?"

Yajiu startled, hurriedly stepped forward a few steps, reached his hand into the quilt, and gently massaged Jin Chen.

"Master, I'm sorry."

His tone remained low.

Strange—this assassin wasn't sent by you, so what's there to apologize for?

Jin Chen pinched his face, unable to bear seeing the little guard so lost.

"Those siblings may be older, but they were the ones I brought up in training…"

The more Yajiu spoke, the worse he felt—he himself had helped organize the training of the assassins who became the ones trying to kill the master.

"You sure like to pin the blame on yourself."

Jin Chen laughed, raising a hand to poke his cheek. "Come up, I want to hold you while resting."

Yajiu still felt guilty, lifting his gaze to look at him, and subconsciously bit the tip of his tongue again—only to have Jin Chen pinch his chin, forcing his mouth open.

"Want to bite again."

"How come I just can't fix this habit?"

He pressed his fingertip to the lips, only letting go when he saw the red, moist blood; Jin Chen pulled the person into his arms, staring fixedly.

"This isn't your fault," he said. "Wanting to interrogate is a separate issue."

Yajiu, mindful of his master's waist injury, didn't dare lean into his embrace as usual; he merely huddled in the corner, obediently lifting his gaze, looking attentive.

"Let me ask you," he said. "Just whose faction is the organization behind you, and why do you always answer vaguely?"

Yajiu lowered his eyes somewhat stiffly, while Jin Chen's interrogation went on.

"I've already seen that list; many are nobles and relatives, and Lao Cao, if he weren't a court official, would never dare to write a blood pledge so lightly."

"And as his disciple, your status is likely not simple either; otherwise the Father King wouldn't have indulged you to stay by my side."

Jin Chen asked word by word, his gaze fixed on Yajiu's face, his tone growing increasingly stern.

"If you don't tell me," he said, "I will… not keep you as my guard."

Jin Chen's tantrums weren't new, but this was the first time he had uttered such serious words.

Yajiu's face paled instantly; he hurriedly shoved himself into Jin Chen's embrace, his body trembling slightly.

"Don't…"

"I'll tell you anything… please don't drive me away."

Jin Chen rubbed the little guard's head, soothing him softly, "Go on."